C50 My grave!

"Where do you want to go?" Faceless Man's voice was cold.

I am scared out of my wits, continue to run for my life, hoping to borrow the White Fog s to throw the Faceless Man off.

However, as I ran, I felt that something was wrong. I kept feeling that there was a sound above my head. I looked up and saw a shadow darting around the tree. It was fast and nimbler than a monkey